Chapter 18

As for picking lotus flowers, that meant returning indoors to stay with Tara. The house had four rooms and a spacious courtyard. There were no poultry raised at home; it seemed neither of them ate meat.

To avoid being discovered by the Lantern-Bearing Daoist, he didn't even dare to use his Farseeing Eyes or Wind-Hearing Ears recklessly. He obediently hid in the pond, and even after the Daoist had left, he didn’t act rashly. He waited another half a month, and only after confirming that the Lantern-Bearing Daoist had gone far away did he finally emerge from the water.

Once Li Yuting realized what was happening, she immediately dragged Zhao Yafu into the shopping mall. At this point, Zhao Yafu’s hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes were filthy—she definitely needed to change right away.

“I know. We saw that master at the antique market today,” Yang Ren said nonchalantly, thinking to himself that Xihan’s purpose was to approach him and win his favor. He didn’t mind—after all, it’s better to have one more friend than another enemy.

“Hey, she’s already gone far, and you’re still staring.” As Gan Liang fell into contemplation, a jealous voice suddenly sounded by his ear.

He tiptoed off the bed, quickly got dressed, took a mask from the drawer, put it on, and then vanished from the room.

Tang Fei took the Reaper’s hand—in the beginning, it was metallic, but the enchanter needed only a minute to restore it to normal flesh.

“Here we go, Future, I’m counting on you.” The Ancestral God spoke as a terrifying energy surged forth, pouring instantly into Mu Chen’s body.

Su Jinyi was quite indifferent toward Shangguan Du, her clear and lively gaze fixed on the depths of the cosmos…

Fireballs, water dragons, and needle-thin spells erupted endlessly. Han Ming unleashed a hundred shadow-consuming techniques, instantly devouring several hundred iron rhinos.

“Get lost! If you dare stay within my sight for another ten seconds, I’ll kill you!” Marolit roared in fury, drawing the Azure Flash. He looked deadly serious—not at all as if he were joking.

Qatar, the Nine-Tailed Fox, and the others all frowned; clearly, their imaginings of the Divine Realm were quite different.

Thus, the real obstacle for the ultra-long spears was not the mountains. Even in hilly regions, spear infantry had their uses—the true hindrance lay in forests and dense thickets, and only the most tangled of woods would suffice.

One iron abacus, two scimitars, and a strangely narrow steel sword—all four blades attacked at once, sealing off every escape for Hu Jiumei.

Just as Hu Jiumei leapt up, with nothing to brace against in midair, her old strength spent and new not yet gathered, she felt a gust of wind rushing at her shoulder. Helpless, she shut her eyes and inwardly cried out that all was lost.

Li Hai’s eyes had remained shut since the beginning, and even as Han Lie charged up to him, not a flicker of his brow betrayed any movement. But keeping his eyes closed didn’t mean he was resigned to his fate.

In August, the slave army besieged Milan for days without success. Spartacus decided to abandon the siege and instead planned to march straight to the largest city in southern Italy—the capital, Rome itself. The Qin strategist Han Anguo, attached to the army, disagreed with this plan.

Lu Zhi was uncertain. He glanced at Liu Bei, thinking he would speak up, but Liu Bei said nothing at all.

Now that the light had burst forth, anyone with eyes could see it, but the test still showed it was just an ordinary stone carving. Why was that?

It wasn’t just his ability to conjure storms with a turn of his hand. His power to single-handedly round up virtually every noble household in Jizhou was terrifying. But most of all, it was because he had met Liu Xuande face-to-face.

Han Xi did not flinch, resolutely setting out with her mother. She brought only silver, shoes, and clothes, knowing that on this journey, they would wear out many shoes. Their food and lodging would be as uncertain as Lady Bi’s—just making do wherever they went.

He watched as Vlad III’s figure faded before him, leaving only a torn black cloak. An ominous feeling suddenly seized Eugintus, and he jumped back sharply.

Sword energy surged along the mountain path, the trees on either side shuddering as if blasted by a gale, countless trunks snapping all the way up the slope.

Li Fuyao said nothing in response to all this. In the end, he merely sat under the eaves, rubbing his cheeks.

The swordsmen’s line had no Willow Lane, and after the great battle, they lost their absolute advantage. This might lead to the decline of the swordsmen.

Perhaps because Pan’er had long drunk of the spirit spring, this milk, compared to cow’s milk, was not only free of any unpleasantness but actually carried a hint of sweetness. Chu Liang did not mind in the least, drinking every drop without waste.

Although Shui Qingwu did not ask, she already knew what ailed Mu Qingci. She instructed Moyu to prepare a hand warmer and mugwort, then sat at Mu Qingci’s side, gently pressing her abdomen.

At that moment, Duan Hongyu’s steps were feather-light. Unless one was deliberately listening, there was not the faintest sound—he was like a ghost, hugging the wall as he stealthily approached the spot where the two had just been.

The Black Prince Edward cast a look at Becky, who nodded in understanding and used chains to bind the killer’s hands and feet together.